I wonder why people blog, With not much of mental clog, With so much of backlog, Who would clutch the big log? Staring at the TFT, Thinking of a cute beauty, Mind goes wild and hands go cold, In the end the blog was build. Scratching my head, Making a thud, It shook the board, And I felt very bored. Why type online, When we can write offline, With no apparent fear, And no one to interfere. Over the night I surfed, Why the blogs were stuffed?, I found only then. And retreated to my den. In the daylight, I saw the fight, On the net's might, Man pondered his plight. None can try to stop this, None can even dismiss this, For its the public's fire, To trounce it: is to dare.